Chapter Twenty-Two

Eason’s POV

She’s shivering under me, not because of pleasure of course. But for fear.

I know what she is afraid of, yet I deliberately extend her suffering at this very moment. She bites my tongue and immediately a bloody taste fills our mouths. But I don’t give a fuck.

I didn’t let her go till the footsteps is just around the corner.

The moment my grip loosens, she moves away from me. She glares at me with so much anger, as if I’ve done something horrible…well I did, but only because she has provoked me.

A group of students walk pass by. None of them notice anything wrong between us.

In their eyes, we are just standing here talking.

She finally restores her breathe and grits out in a low voice. “You…you are fucking twisted!”

I sneer internally. She probably wants to slap me for my audacity. But we’re in public. Since she’s too afraid about our relationship being exposed, she won’t do anything at the moment.

“Save your energy to bed babe.” I smile, knowing perfectly well that my word